Noah and I looked at each other.
“No.”
“And will you ever use someone’s room without their permission again?”
Luke huffed and groaned. “No.”
“Right answer,” Kamal said, bringing his hand down hard again, making Luke gasp. “I’m going to unlock you now, and I’ll let this vibrating plug do the work while we all watch.”
“Ah, fuck. Fuck. Okay. Whatever.”
Kamal reached beneath the table and rubbed the moisture at the tip of Luke’s cock, making him hiss. “You want me to keep the cage on you?”
Luke’s response was immediate. “No. Please, God, no.”
“Okay, then.” He withdrew his finger, wiped the wet tip on Luke’s hip and reached into his pocket, bringing out a tiny silver key, which he proceeded to fit into the lock on Luke’s cage. With skilled fingers, he slid the device off Luke’s penis and tossed the contraption onto the table. The steel made a loud thud as the cage landed beside Luke’s face.
Kamal grabbed a fistful of Luke’s hair and bent to his ear. “Can you smell the pungent scent?”
“Yes,” Luke hissed.
“That’s you. Your frustration, your fluids leaking out your soft cock, weeping for release.”
My dick throbbed at the sensuality in Kamal’s voice and Luke’s humiliation. Kamal was a fucking artist and Luke his reluctant canvas.
Luke groaned, licked his lips, and nodded. Kamal released him and stepped back. He reached beneath the table and wrapped his hand around Luke’s now fully erect penis.
“Don’t come yet,” he said as he stroked Luke a few times, then backed off and picked up the remote. Luke’s face became a grimace of frustration as he fought back the urge to climax. He grunted as his body twisted and jerked as if attached to multiple electrodes. A shiny thread of pre-ejaculate descended from his glans and swung with his movements.
“Jesus fuck,” I whispered.
“Oh my God,” Noah said softly, hand going to the front of his jeans and pressing there.
Kamal picked up the remote and made an adjustment, then put the control back down. Luke’s grunts increased in volume and the muscles of his arms clenched and unclenched.
“I wonder how long until he comes all over the floor with no further assistance. Not long, probably.” He moved in and grabbed Luke’s hair again, keeping him in place, and with his other hand nudged the blindfold up so Luke’s eyes opened and fixed on us.
“You can come anytime you like now. But I’m not helping,” Kamal said.
I stared at Luke, who moaned and thrashed as his body fought the release he’d so desperately craved moments ago. So brilliant, this move of Kamal’s. This final humiliation of making Luke come like a mindless animal in front of his friends.
Luke held my gaze for a moment, then closed his eyes. My attention went immediately to his cock as the swollen organ arched against the table and leaked more clear fluid.
“Next time I’m going to fuck you with the dildo you like. The one shaped like a horse’s cock,” Kamal said.
Luke’s yell echoed off the walls of the boardroom and probably reached Adam’s office downstairs. His cock visibly pulsed as white fluid shot out, hitting the bottom of the table and dripping while more fountained out in thick spurts.
Kamal laughed as Noah and I stood gaping, watching Luke’s epic climax with sympathy and more than a little envy, at least in my case. His body jerked as he humped the air, emptying his frustration onto the boardroom floor.
“Ah, such a mess, such a goddamn mess,” Kamal muttered, shaking his head as Luke’s orgasm finally subsided. Luke’s breaths came hard and ragged as he sagged on the table in submission to Kamal and Kamal’s wishes.
Kamal let go of Luke’s hair and walked away from the table. He switched off the remote.
“You’re going to clean this mess up when I release you. Do you hear me, Luke?”
Luke was silent and motionless. I wondered if he’d stroked out.
“Luke? Do you hear me?” Kamal repeated.
